A Taste of Freedom
The gulls are all
going crazy
both in the sky
and the recently
smart bomb
ploughed fields
and factories
that as yet
remain standing
behind my
old banked barn ..
There must be
something going
on back
there surely
to make them all
behave like
starving children ..
Each having
found their own
convoluted
route to freedom
and their
sudden release
from hungry ghettos ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: if this works I would like to express my sincere thanks to all who showed interest and or concern regarding my previous post and in particular to Julian who responded like the Tsar of all Administrators .. Cheers one & all .. Neville
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I am so glad to hear this worked I put in my two cents Nevil and imagine many others did as well for it would never do to silence such a voice. Unless deluded this is a brilliant subliminal poem of war. Where the calm of a farm is split with the attack of gulls ( not Mongols) and the clever use of bombing (which gulls do on the field below) the mention of factories still standing and then the mention of starving children. This war although visible from the attacking point of view remains hidden behind our barn and we have to ask what is going on back there that causes all this. A great metaphor my friend and a fave.
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